juin 2005 - pensées aléatoires

I’m happy. I can’t explain it. But I’m happy with matching…. Ummmm… nothing. But I’m bothered…but that’s another topic.

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I haven’t eaten rice for 2 days and I’m beginning to get the hang of it (ows?). Yesterday, I had 4 loaves of wheat bread, bacon and eggs, butter and strawberry jam (yes, to all Delifrance lovers, it’s one of their breakfast meals but of course, only with two loaves of wheat bread. You request for additional 2) for the whole day. I ate them during lunch. It was supposed to be my breakfast, unfortunately because of too much workload, I only had the chance of eating it at 1PM. After that, no snacks and no dinner. I never had the urge to eat. Today, I only had spaghetti and chicken from Jollibee for breakfast (I was hungry! Yet, I only ate half of the chicken and half of the spaghetti) and mcchicken with fries from Mcdo for lunch. I don’t know what’s happening. This is worse than before.but I’m ok :)

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I’d like to say hi, hello and how are you to Godfrey whom I’ve learned to be visiting my blog once in a while. You visit my site but you don’t reply to my emails. Cat told me the reason behind that…. *twak* Ano ka ba?! Para kang engs! Tumigil ka nga! Reply to my email ok?! Am I demanding? Yes I am. ;p

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It feels good that some things from the past were cleared to me last Sunday (with an extended conversation yesterday). rod, it was nice nice :)

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I’ll try to go to work early from now on. Not because I don’t want to be late. It’s simply because I don’t want to chance upon my HS guy classmate/friend with his girlfriend on the service on my way to work. Most of the time, the three of us gets to be on the same vehicle on our way to Makati. Not that I don’t like them. I just want to veer away from uncomfortable settings after the guy told his present gf that I was his gf back in HS which is so not true! I didn’t know that it is actually possible to have such claims! The problem? The girl now gives me fake smiles. How rotten! What’s worse is that her guy is not even my type!

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popo, sowee po. I’m really, really sowee. I don’t know why I’m feeling this way. Sowee for being so makulit last night and for saying everything I’ve said about the issue. I’m not pushing you away. You see, my tongue sometimes gets so twisted that I couldn’t tell you what I wanna say. Or maybe my thoughts are the one’s twisted. Or maybe my feelings are (now that’s dangerous). Again, it is so hard to convince my self that I’m not feeling anything. It just won’t go. I’m bothered. I really am. For some reason that I couldn’t even tell. I’m bothered but I’m trying to be fine. You sure it will be?